To my grandfather who always treated me well...and all of his friends who didn't return from 'Over There'

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,

Much, much, much better night last night. Not only was I able to stock all the Christmas candies in the front pod, I was able to help out in the Health and Beauty section, which the girl working there really appreciated.

As for my concerns regarding the surgery, I have a cunning plan .... Not ready to share yet, but lets just say I'm seeing what my options my be, and what I can do to improve my odds of a good life post SRS. I'll give more details when I figure out a couple of things.

Not my best night last night. First, I was talking with the other person who has had SRS, and while she didnt want to discourage me, she pointed out that most of the girls who have the surgery have higher incomes and jobs that dont take as much physical strength.

While I was still struggling with that, I made some mistakes in putting stuff out and it frustrated both me and my supervisor, which isnt what I want to do considering I'm counting on a reference from her when I go to transfer to a closer store.

A while back, I wrote an entry that went something like this - "I've read a lot of stories here about a boy who becomes a girl, and when he sees the new person he's become, he's amazed (or even aroused) about how good he looks. Well, I dont live in one of those stories"

Apparently, I spoke too soon.

I was getting dressed this morning, and I had put on a cami as another layer in the cold weather, and happened to glance at my reflection.

Then I looked down at my chest, and back at the girl in the mirror, and actually swore.

I'm ... beautiful.

I just got back from taking Samantha's mom home, and had to talk about this amazing moment.

Last night, I was in the back when the old song "You sexy thing" came on the radio, and for a moment, I was filled with confidence. I was able to say to myself, "I'm female, I'm fantastic, and yes, I am actually sexy."

I just .... strutted for most of the rest of the shift, and wow, does that feel good ....

I've been doing a lot of thinking about where I am going with this GID stuff. Actually, I haven't, but I do have a few thoughts about what I want to do.

Got a great compliment last night. I was able to arrive a little early, and there was a new staffer from the evening shift having a late break in the back room. We got to talking, and I mentioned that I have a daughter, and her next question was, "And your husband?"

Obviously, she assumed I was a genetic girl, who had mothered my child.

Felt very, very nice.

Pretty cool, no?

Fucked up
Insecure
Neurotic and
Emotional.

In light of so many people posting daily about how their lives are going downhill... I thought I should post something positive.

I had to pay over 500 dollars in repairs to my van this week (New radiator, then new water pump and a wheel hub) which I actually had. But, it seems that all my bills are due this week. Another 400 dollars. That means I have about 100 dollars in the bank and it will run me at least 150 to put gas in my van. This is what happens when you live paycheck to paycheck. I was saving money, but with the unforseen repair bills, I am screwed.

OK, here it is. http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/health/2012/05/25/man-admitted-t...

My sister-in-law sent me a message regarding my post on being attracted to men, and I think I need help understanding what shes saying. Here is the quote:

I've been watching this for weeks, wondering when it will happen. But, THE DRESS PUNISHMENT is now my second most popular story by hit counter, finally taking the place of The Christmas Diary on my top 10 list (God Bless the Child Title page is still number 1 but may be misleading). So good job for a story that is 8 or 9 years younger than it's sister and was written on a whim, and I still don't know who O'Henry or what a shaggy dog is.

Someone bake a celebratory cake!!!!

Well, last night was a pretty good night at work. I felt like I accomplished a lot, and kept up to the pace expected of me.

Nice to have that after the nastiness of the last couple of days.

Well, yesterday I had a bunch of night terrors that pretty much wrecked my sleep, so I was very tired last night when I went to work.

Then things got worse.

Tolerating Bullies has become a planetary epidemic.

Submitted by Misha Nova on Thu, 2012/10/25 - 2:14pm. This is a repeat of what is posted at Baily's Squires 3

Work thing this week. Alright last week was super crappy. This week is ok. My idiot store manager is going out of his way to talk about neutral topics with me like his football team (Cowboys suck) isn't doing well, and insists on shaking my hand when he comes in. The harassment issue might be resolving itself, the grapevine says my manager is shopping me to a new store that I had put in for a transfer too some months ago. That would kinda solve all the problems I would move districts and have no interaction with anyone involved in the issue.

I dont want to sound like I dont appreciate my online friends, but I really wish I had a girlfriend I could go out for a coffee with. Its my day off work, and I really feel lonely, and there isn't a lot I can do about it.

Ah, well.

From the ex-LittleKatie:

So, I went to my counselor today. I go every two weeks. We spend half the session talking about my writing and why I don't have a life.

When I first went on the 'net, I joined a chat site called IMVU, and met some wonderful people there.

Some weeks ago I had the time and courage to try to find out if there is a chance to get my outside appearance nearer to my inner self.

I am a loser

I am the son of two losers, and the product of that failed marriage, so it might be genetic.

In the last couple of days, I've had a couple of different people at different stores treat me like a woman, and it feels really good when it happens.